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Way back in 2005, a friend planned a girl’s night. Deciding we were far too mature for normal slumber party activities, we opted to share our first ever tequila shots in place of painting each others finger nails while gossiping about all of the other tenth graders. It was then, between shots of cheap tequila, that I met Jess. I cannot recall what we initially bonded over, but by the end of the night we were old pals, even sharing the bathroom while we both got a little sick (must have been all of that pizza and girl talk). We’ve been best friends ever since, getting into one incredibly ridiculous situation after another. I was so happy when she told me on Christmas that she was coming to visit BA for Spring Break, and was excited to have my partner in crime in my new city for lots of new adventures.